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"the truth is i dont know." jack spoke softly. every thought that he had about the world was slowly unraveling. he had only met one old woman, a bartender, and a beautiful woman in a park yet his entire world was thrown upside down with only fuck and shit to show for it. he proceeded to tell this young woman the story of the flash cards and his mothers death and his self directed teaching and his mothers distaste for cheaters and the old woman and love and war and hate and dinosaurs and everything else he could think of.

the girl said "oh."

jacks world needed to be redefined. he asked the girl to meet him there in one week, at the same time, at the same park bench. he promised her that he would have his answer for her then.

she asked "what was the question?"